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[adminapproval=30535149]It was all over for Monty. His job, his career, his dignity, his friends - he was going to lose it all, and he had no-one to blame but himself. He stood numbly in the center of the entrance hall, his reason for being there long forgotten. Even his memory of the journey was hazy; one moment he had been in his office, leafing through some records and worrying about the latest deadline he'd failed to meet, the next, here. He must have been going mad. In fact, he was fairly convinced of it. Mad, or at least chronically sleep deprived, beaten by stress and made insensible with worry. It was probably the same thing. And that was without considering the guilt. He dared not count the number of lessons he had missed that month for sickness, nor the people he had let down, disappointed, or humiliated himself in front of. Was there any way he could simply disappear?
Amid the blur of thoughts revolving through his head, one stood out with sickening clarity: he was going to lose his job. Yes - he could be just about certain of that. It wasn't just his position as Deputy Head in jeopardy, either; if things carried on as they had over the last three weeks, he would surely soon face a complete dismissal. Dread and horror turned his blood heavy at the thought. Teaching was his livelihood. His purpose. His everything. Without it, who was he? What would he do? What would become of him?
A familiar sweat broke out on his neck. His face turned white. He felt sick, though not sick enough to move; in fact, he realised then that he could not move, for the room was tilting, swaying, sinking beneath his feet. Stars began to burst before his eyes, and though he had never fainted before, he suddenly knew that it was about to happen. Stumbling backward into the wall, he reached for something solid to hold on to, blinded by a rapidly descending curtain of darkness. He managed to lower himself into a crouch just before the darkness took hold; then, already unconscious, he completed his journey to the ground.
Amid the blur of thoughts revolving through his head, one stood out with sickening clarity: he was going to lose his job. Yes - he could be just about certain of that. It wasn't just his position as Deputy Head in jeopardy, either; if things carried on as they had over the last three weeks, he would surely soon face a complete dismissal. Dread and horror turned his blood heavy at the thought. Teaching was his livelihood. His purpose. His everything. Without it, who was he? What would he do? What would become of him?
A familiar sweat broke out on his neck. His face turned white. He felt sick, though not sick enough to move; in fact, he realised then that he could not move, for the room was tilting, swaying, sinking beneath his feet. Stars began to burst before his eyes, and though he had never fainted before, he suddenly knew that it was about to happen. Stumbling backward into the wall, he reached for something solid to hold on to, blinded by a rapidly descending curtain of darkness. He managed to lower himself into a crouch just before the darkness took hold; then, already unconscious, he completed his journey to the ground.